ALL the voices, hashtags, posts, and tweets who found the fire to join the chorus of women who stood – bravely – in the critical spotlight of consciousness, helped to change the world as we know it.
What is now known, cannot be unknown.
Everything is Illuminated.

“It is harrowing to have people know my deepest pain, but fear cannot stop this national convo that needs to be had.” ~ Rose McGowan

Those of us putting ourselves out there, patiently waited for the moment we had sisters to stand alongside – it takes an army of women to be heard; you may have noticed.
Love straight-shot it, in 2005.
Some of us died waiting for this moment, giving everything we had, and leaving all we had behind; for every girl or woman lost to male-violence, we remember her in our Hearts. We work for justice and awareness, with Liberation as the ultimate goal.

“You are taking part of someone’s soul. It’s happened to me. It alters the course of your life; it’s altered the course of my life.” ~ Rose McGowan

R.I.P.

“You should always take care of those sweeter and smaller than you are.” ~ Beasts of the Southern Wild

The Neptunian Magic-Mirror of Hollywood rules collective-consciousness; male-dominated, they’ve been stealing dreams, and implanting nightmares since the birth of the silverscreen.

“Whoever controls the media controls the mind.” ~ Jim Morrison

For so long, all we’ve heard and seen, has been known as history; commonly referred to by witches as: “HIStory”: men’s stories. The Male Gaze.
If you know anything about astrology, you’ve been watching Pluto in Capricorn dismantle the patriarchy, brick-by-brick. By now, we’re about half-way through, and while many girl’s and women’s lives have been interrupted and interfered with, we have been working every day to break the spell of the patriarchy over the masses; it may have just happened. But not without effort. Not without a public anchor: Rose.

So whether you’re “sick of hearing about it”, or whatever. Tough.
Women deal with it everyday; keeping the story alive, and bringing it ALL the way home, to pedophilia and organised crime, is how it has to be. No more.
There are still many, many comments online from people who DON’T get it.

Galactic Centre is notorious for the astrology of Whistleblowers; Sagittarius burns with the truth. Often a foot-in-mouth sort of character. Sometimes, the voice of God/Goddess.
This place is the hand that turns our galaxy… the movement of this moment.

The Moon is about Womankind; the phases of womanhood, motherhood, childhood, and our Soul: the rhythm of life, itself. Period, period-blood. The Womb. It’s about home, sanctuary, intimacy, embodiment, and feelings. It is reflective – but on a mass scale, in a situation like this, we might simply say it’s about “Women”.

Lilith is about Independence from the Patriarchy, and crimes against women and children – she is untameable. She has been demonised by you-know-who.
Once the war is over, she is pure, primal, uninhibited creative and sexual expression.
These days, she is known as a dark-goddess no-one wants to touch. The buried one. Silenced, yet screaming if you are pushed too far away from life, and can hear her at the ends of the earth. Caged. Misrepresented. Erased, almost.
There is an image, here, that reminds me of what she is. The first image.

The Voice of the Universe is *literally* speaking through Rose, right now, because Galactic Centre is presently being *activated* by Transiting Lilith, herself, and Transiting Saturn; which aids in manifesting Lilith’s authority, embodiment, and voice.This is Mature Lilith.Real Lilith.
When all the women started speaking up about the TRUTH behind the Hollywood Mirror, I commented that I could hear “Lilith conjunct Galactic Centre”… I got a thrill.
Lilith/Saturn and Galactic Centre are also getting a little *electrifried* by a trine from revolutionary Uranus in Aries, and, as part of a GRAND FIRE TRINE with the North Node in Leo, Destiny is involved. Our future is here. Our moment has arrived – if we keep the spotlight ON.

Other notable astrology of the moment is Jupiter just switching over to Scorpio – Jupiter is BIG, and EDUCATIONAL, and Scorpio is sexual, deep, power-engaged, and mysterious… combine the two.
Jupiter in Scorpio is ruled by soothsayer, Sagittarius, so as the Cosmic-Clock moves, so too, will the story of earth: stay present, and engaged in your Truth and your Mystery.
You might even *shock* yourself!
Jupiter in Scorpio is also influenced by Pluto, who is in Capricorn: this astrological coming-of-age is HUGE.
Saturn activates Galactic Centre only every thirty years.

And a shorter, yet *active* transit of the last few days, is MARS (sexuality, passion, strength) opposite CHIRON (#ouch).

And an ever shorter astrological moment, is Venus conjunct SUPER Galactic centre; this one is from late-Virgo to early Libra. Venus here, has the deepest Heart: she’s a Healer of galactic proportions.
Mars is slowly but surely on his way there. Any day, now.

Revolutionary Rose is also about to have her Lilith Return, and Saturn transit her Moon.
Sister-witch Alyssa Milano has her Sun conjunct Galactic Centre; Alyssa started the hashtag #MeToo on twitter, so the world could see the Truth.
So the world could Witness.

Alyssa’s the Light. Rose is the Night.
Both of them are having Lilith and Saturn come round for a visit…

What this astrology means for Rose, is that she is literally the EMBODIMENT of the TRUTH of NOW. When Saturn hits her Moon, this can be a challenging time, emotionally, OR, she may just get realer.
Stronger.

During my Lilith Return, I wrote this: although I hate the powerless image the editor chose to accompany it. Very *soft*, small, and *non-threatening*.
I had no intention of being “threatening” – only real.

Alls I know, is that Rose is embodying her Destiny: Capricorn North Node gets shit done. It’s the Chief.

North Node on the cusp of the 8th House: she’ll make a powerful boss. An excellent investigator and dismantler of the patriarchy, as she reclaims female power from its ruins.

Goddess (Lilith) vs The Patriarchy (Saturn)

Rose is Goddess speaking.

She’s an apocalypse.
Oh yeah; and her Venus is tightly conjunct Uranus. She’s so unusual… 😉 Definitely a female revolutionary. An ingenious Venus. Artistic, Awakening.
“Shocking Pink” – I think she once said…

Girls have been conditioned and groomed to be receptive; to be obedient.
To a male-god.
And to allll His representatives:
To the “man of the house”.
To the male-authorities in the community she grew up in – teachers; priests; government; business-men who control the money she’ll someday need to rent a house on stolen land.– the primary reason prostitution of all sorts even exists.

But Life is Tantra; it is the exchange of yang (penetration) and yin (receptivity), forever.

When women express their natural yang nature, they are silenced by men; beaten into submission; called names; abused; locked-away – and yes: even murdered.
For daring to SPEAK her unscripted mind that does not say the words he wants to hear.

That’s why I write; from behind the safety of my computer screen, where I can express myself without being interrupted. talked-over, silenced, or abused.

Being receptive, I’ve noticed a trend around “men” on the internet, over this HW exposé: men do not understand sexual abuse.
“Why didn’t she DO this?”
“Why didn’t she DO that?”

To “Do” is yang.
She is not allowed to be yang.
She is only allowed to be submissive, obedient, and to act in accordance with his vision: The Male Gaze.

She lives in fear of being murdered.
And that is what men don’t understand about “coercion“; she is afraid.
Fight, flight, FREEZE.
She is threatened, bullied, harassed, manipulated, or held-captive until he gets what he wants.
The hell of staying with him a minute longer is shortened by surrendering sooner.
Playing dead may just save your life.

Not only do these men not understand sexual abuse; they don’t know how to listen when the generous women of the internet take valuable and precious time out of their lives to school them.
Thank you, Ladies! ❤
(And thank you to my bros who know I’m tired, and who understand that men don’t/can’t/won’t listen to women, and who educate the dinosaurs that still live amongst us… I feel excited to be alive to see these subtle changes grace our modern-days; to see the voice of men rising on behalf of women. Without having to ask.)

James Van Der Beek, of Dawson’s Creek fame, knows all too well what it feels like to be sexually harassed by older, powerful men in Hollywood:

“The actor didn’t name names, but he sympathized with women who have been silenced by fear and judgement that often accompanies speaking out against an abuser.

“I understand the unwarranted shame, powerlessness & inability to blow the whistle,” he continued. “There’s a power dynamic that feels impossible to overcome.”

“Along with a link to an article on The Cut about a writer’s experience in a hotel room with a “powerful man, Van Der Beek added, “For anyone judging the women who stayed silent, read this for perspective. Also for anyone brushing off harassment as ‘boys being boys’…What Weinstein is being accused of is criminal.””

If Hollywood is owned by men, it is their visions, fantasies, stories, and animas that have penetrated our psyches: what we think might be women, might actually be just male-fantasy…
They highjacked the Dreamtime, and implanted it with nightmares.

The actresses who bring these female-characters to life weren’t counting on the one-dimensional perception of mankind through the lens of storytelling – she understands layers, and body-language, and pregnant silences. The average man does not.

But girls usually don’t realize this until they become women.
Sometime around the age of 30 (post-Saturn Return).

On my 30th Birthday, I looked around in horror as I realised:
“Oh my god; I’m older than every man on the planet.”
And I finally understood that “look” I’d seen in the eyes of women older than me.

Now: everyone is different. Generations are different. Times are different.

Sarah Polley comments this:
“What else are we turning a blind eye to, in all aspects of our lives? What else have we accepted that, somewhere within us, we know is deeply unacceptable? And what now will we do about it?”

Emma Thompson says: “We’ve ALL had these experiences. I spent my 20’s trying to get old men’s tongues out of my throat.”
“This has been part of our world, women’s world, since time immemorial.”

Some girls can totally kick-ass – these might be girls with a strong Mars, or strong Fire-Signs and aspects in their charts.
They fight.
Most girls come from families where the men in their lives treat them like people: they do not yet know they are in for a life of sexual-abuse and assault “out there”.
They’re friendly, equal.
Some girls, have brothers that protect them, or teach them to fight just by growing up together.
Some girls are warned by their fathers to “watch out” for outside men.
These girls are lucky. And so are the boys. Family gives them foundation and context for the world.

HOWEVER
Some girls are not so lucky to be born into a Loving family: they are born into abuse.
Sexually abused by their fathers, grandfathers, brothers, uncles, and “family friends”.
Those girls have to grow up in his house.
Be forced to Love him; feel confused.
See him every day.
Pose for family photos.

I know a girl who dated her rapist for two years, after the incident.
Another, for 7 months.

Most of the time, it’s not strangers that rape you: imagine how safe that feels.

So why is Rose in photo with HW, after?
She’s an actress. A professional. At the time of this photo, I believe she was engaged to RR.
Just ‘guessing’… I might surmise her fiancé had assured her he’d “be right there”, “nothing will happen”, “we’re in a public place”. Maybe she felt invincible, that day. Loved.
She mentioned:
“My ex sold our movie to my rapist.”

I can imagine the sting of that betrayal.

Sometimes, it can take a while for a woman to register abuse; or even worse: to be affected by it.
Childhood memories may not surface until an older age.
Maybe the last – or latest – rape or assault is the straw that broke the camel’s back; after 30 years of sexual abuse and assault, see how nice you become.

People have told me they like me “better, before”.
Well guess what: I liked me, too.
I cannot BELIEVE the amount of abuse I have had to integrate and recover from; instead of having a life.
And every time I think it’s time to start again, I get interrupted by the Darkness of Man.

And I feel somewhat Heartened by this whole Hollywood catching of a Big Fish…
Hollywood holds the collective-consciousness of the majority of the world.
These brave women have changed something.
– can you believe how long it took for anyone to even bring-up the word: JAIL?!
I hear he plans to “run to Europe” for rehab – before he’s put behind bars, don’t you think?

No-one wants to be renown for being a rape-victim – the shame is extinguishing.
It humiliates you until you shrink.
Hate yourself.
Become removed from the time-stream; never catching up to yourself.
Falling behind.
Becoming brain-damaged and growth-retarded.
Frozen.
Most girls with behavioural problems have suffered abuse, and tried to bury it.
The PSTD destroys your health.
Satire:

“Have a Worse, Shorter Life

This one’s self-explanatory: Let your hair down, go a little wild, and don’t value your own life because the world doesn’t value it, so what’s the point? Live with the metallic taste of injustice in your throat at all times, die sooner of stress-related illnesses, and thank your lucky stars you won’t live long enough to see your granddaughters go through the same horseshit trauma factory we call Earth!”

(Comedy/Tragedy are the twin-flames of storytelling.)

I have collected my courage from the various women who have spoken-out, over the years: Tara Moss, Pamela Anderson, and all the women in the powerful documentary, “Brave Miss World”, by Linor Abargil.

“Rape is so isolating.” ~ Linor Abargil

The one time I did find my voice, to write a poem about it, was because I had felt what it might feel like for someone to have my back in Love.

I’m pretty sure women of the world would all much rather be following our dreams, chasing our goals, crafting our inventions, and writing and directing the movies and screenplays that carry the messages we so wanted to tell.
But, we don’t get to have a life.
We have to fight a never-ending war on sexual abuse, while men get to do whatever they want.

Our lives are interrupted. By male-violence. Injustice. Horror. Shock. Disbelief. And PTSD.
Sometimes, we get murdered; instantly, or slowly.

They say: “Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans.”
When your life is interrupted, and/or darkened, you can see CLEARLY what is wrong with the world.

“You are taking part of someone’s soul. It’s happened to me. It alters the course of your life; it’s altered the course of my life.” ~ Rose McGowan

Mine too, Rose. Mine too.

*~ GROUP-HUG ~* to anyone who has suffered abuse at the hands of men.
I celebrate this moment, where a spotlight has been shone on a collective-shadow.
Thanks to the #RoseArmy and all the women who spoke out, speak up, and won’t shut-up until justice reigns on earth.

The most common – and simplest – way to understand this is with the trinity of:

* Body
* Mind
* Spirit

We embody a body; we experience through the perceptions of the mind; and we are the spirit.

So, you can see how we are all these three things, split, or whole.

But there is even more to this, and I will begin at the core:

The reason I have chosen this picture, is because it is the easiest way to understand;
We will begin with the teeny tiny Babushka: the unbroken one.
She is solid. She is whole.
Think of her as your essence-self; she is the eternal flame of the Great Bonfire from which we all emerged.
Flames, clothed separate, and dancing through time and space…

The Inner Core – the monad, the atman, the christ consciousness – is the perpetual sexual spiritual orgasm of creation, itself.
Electricity and Light in the uniqueness of You.
Dancing so close, so unified, that I cannot tell them apart.
It is The One.
You are that energy signature – irreplaceable, incomparable.

Let us now build upon this one, this electrical, living individual – you;
We are the skin, we are the skeleton.

Add a Babushka Doll around the flame, and this is our first layer – let’s call it consciousness, or the ability to know one’s self.

Add another doll around that, and call it ‘mind’; the ability to have a conversation with consciousness.

Add another doll/veil and call it body.

And another, that we will call “The Personality” – this is all the things that you like; all the things that brighten you, and make you dance (inside, or out).
You might like red, you might like rainbows, you might like grass, or Egypt, tequila, or velvet, music, words, water, gold, or lightning, thunder or driving, breaking hearts, or disappearing… the potentials are infinite!

The ego might be the next doll/layer/veil. This is the one, that meets the other. Separate.
Here, we have a human.
In this separateness is where all the tension is; bound flames, longing to merge.

Choices are made to keep the self, or generate Love, Brightness, and Heat by the re-uniting of two flames.
Whatever decision is made by one, affects both humans.

If one thinks they *are* the human – or the ego – or the personality, their layers will be fused; hardened.

-That’s why broken people let out the most light.
The fluidity of twisting open, unveiling, and getting closer to the burning core… in individual shades we don’t even have names for; octarine, glitterine, fla’tango, and violet ice…

The more living and dying we do, the more we add layer upon layer of Babushka Dolls, building up a person.
Giving it a name.
You.

Making it “real”.

We have different masks, or costumes, depending on our interactions – we are fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, children, friends, famous, boyfriends, girlfriends, married, teachers, computer programmer, director, musician, professional fairy.
We may have a stripper name, personality, and sheath.
We may have a healer name, personality, and sheath.
We may have a mystic name, personality, and sheath.
These, too, are layers of our multi-dimensionality.

We birth new bodies/sheaths/layers/veils, and shape-shift fluidly through them all, at any time.

Some people are constant characters, and that is just as ‘normal’ – variety is the spice of life; we can adorn ourselves with complexity, or strip it right back to simplicity.

We embody the Babushka Doll of all the lives we’ve ever lived, and ever will.

We embody our perfect self, and our not-so perfect self.
We embody our Divinity, and we are also the embodiment.

I call this “my human”. She is ‘mine’.

Fused, I am the effervescent, living, breathing, embodiment of the Cosmic Orgasm.

I call her “my human”. She *is* mine.
She is all the senses, all the bodies, and I Am The Flame.

I am the Inner Peace in her Wild Life.
We share her eyes.
I am the glow.

She has an astrology chart that interacts with yours, and can be the embodiment of any planet, any day.
Different people give birth to our different bodies – some we’ve never met, tried on, or embodied before…
The Cosmic Clock cycles us into Initiations in which we birth even more outer layers of our selves. We manifest.

Even our facebook profile is one avatar of ourselves – you, to whom I am addressing, are real, aren’t you?

This one is your thinnest, most ghostly Babushka Doll.
It is known as your STRAWMAN – which you didn’t make, but was made FOR you – by society; the man-made construct of illusion and deception.
All the serial numbers it calls you, birth certificate it ‘requires’, forms it makes you fill out, and things it forces you to do and be –
That is society hijacking your strawman, that you don’t even know you have.

It is your prison costume in the world of illusion until you reclaim it for yourself.

Just as we embody our bodies, and our bodies embody cars to drive around in – we are wombs within wombs.

So, let’s put it all in reverse; drop your human (in all its complexity), and YOU remain.
Be the Lover, and BE YOU
Be the teacher, and BE YOU
Be the singer, and BE YOU

Just as Salome un-veils, one by one, we, too, reveal more and more of our Light as we apocalypse… closer to our original, unnamed, flaming colour… octarine, glitterine, fla’tango, and violet ice…

Stripped… until there before you stands a naked flame.

The more complex we are, the more layers we will have.

It doesn’t just add character -it adds character’s’ 😉

We are multi-dimensional.

To be simple and pure, or layered and layering – no matter.
As long as you Live in the Flame in the Light of your Eyes, you can be as multi-dimensional as you can imagine… living infinite lives all at once.